Iona Winter

Category: flash fiction

  • Micro Madness

    Kia ora WordPress whānau, It’s not a freshly created post today, but rather a shared link for a micro/flash published yesterday. Stoked that I made it into the Top 22 of Micro Madness, an offshoot of National Flash Fiction Day.  And I love the idea of less being more. Day…

  • Flash Fiction

    Kia ora WordPress whānau, Reflex Fiction have published a flash fiction story of mine today http://www.reflexfiction.com/ladybird-by-iona-winter/ While it didn’t make their long-list, the lovely peeps at Reflex liked it enough to publish it anyway. Happy reading, Iona 🙂

  • Starlings

    A murmuration of starlings forage over seed cakes I’ve hung from the tree. Late winter hunger, urgent and competitive. Sleet has also flown in. I recall how she slid from between my thighs. Emerging out of fertile depths into sterile light—a brush of moth wings on my face in the darkness. We…

  • #amwriting

    It takes gumption to write. AND keep on writing.  Ten days ago I was long listed for the Bath Flash Fiction Award. One of fifty chosen from over 700 entries. Un-be-freakin-lievable! The story will be published in their anthology later this year. Ka rawe. But I struggle with what to say on social media. Not great…

  • Eggshell

    I fish around the bowl, for bits of eggshell that have dropped. “No yolk, only the whites,” my grandmother’s mantra. The shell eludes me. A small piece darts around the layers of white—thick and deceptive. Like lies, I think to myself. Like lies.

  • Updates

    Kia ora WordPress whānau, I’m stoked to say my story ‘Honey’ was chosen for the latest Flash Frontier publication: Birds (one of my favourite topics and sources of inspiration!). This wonderful collection of local and international writers is a fantastic read http://www.flash-frontier.com/november-2016-birds/#honey On another note, I am working away on my manuscript. A collection of poetry, short stories…

  • Marks

    We met at the pub. Next morning, he suggested breakfast, ‘Eggs?’ I cooked, we ate and he disappeared.   But he’d marked my neck with a crown-shaped bruise. Then I couldn’t sleep much.   So I visited Granny, and her lush herb garden. Granny says in a past life she…

  • Splintered

    The dawn chorus today sounded agitated. I lay in bed and listened before opening my eyes. Autumn is upon us. Sunrise comes slower now, with its apricot-pink fingers. Beyond the birds I heard chainsaws, down at the foreshore. They’d said the pines were to be felled, citing erosion and safety.…

  • Lost Marbles

    My Grandfather sleeps a lot these days. When he’s awake he repeats the same questions, or remembers random facts from the past. “I owned a Chevrolet Impala in 1967.” Way before my time. He lost his marbles, searching for words that had always been abundant in forthcoming. Then my Grandmother…

  • Flash Tea

    This week I purchased some quality herb tea. A flash brand, rather than the sawdust they sell in the supermarkets. What I like most (beyond the taste of course) are the tags. Each one has a message printed on it. Today’s tag says, ‘Life without love is like a ship without sails’. Nice. How romantic.  My…